It could only be death incarnate.
She looked at the thing, as her groceries clattered to the ground. It turned to face her, and all she could do was run. She dashed to the door, fumbling for her keys. They slipped from her fingers, jangling as they hit the concrete. She spun around, watching it approach slowly.
It didn't walk right, her mind tried to make sense of it's slow deliberate steps, picking each foot up higher than necessary, almost a strut. It towered above her, casting spindly shadows of appendages. Then it spoke.
"You are frightened," the voices said calmly. There were dozens of individual tones, some male, some female. "I. I have frightened you." It seemed confused by this.
She curled up into a ball, wishing the thing would kill her quickly, and not drag it out. She found herself in it's shadow as it stood above her. There were soft feather like touches on her body as it seemed to be inspecting her. "I did not intend this," the voices whispered. "I only desired to see things."
She squeezed as tight as possible and sobbed. After nearly a minute, she opened her eyes to find herself alone, with her groceries sitting in the grass.
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